Do you have good memories you cherish with this illness ?
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The only happy memory I have that I cherish is when I fell into erotomania with some guy. He made me feel special and we had a lot of fun in a goofy way. So when I think about it, I smile.
All of my other memories are empty.
I have some good memories of my 20s. I was undiagnosed at the time. But living like a normie for the most part.
I fell madly in love with one of my hallucinations. I havenât experienced anything like it since. Or before. It was completely all-involving. It lasted two or three weeks, then âsheâ became abusive. That lasted about eight months.
I remember some good times in the smoking room on the ward. We had a lot of fun.
what!! you had fun just sitting around smoking cigarettes?? donât you think you could do equally lame things and enjoy them with other people you like and feel comfortable with?
look, itâs not easy. itâs hard. but thatâs a good reason to do things sometimes, if iâm not mistaken. we all spend time every now and then at things we know are impossible. and sometimes we learn we were wrong and one or two of those things were possible.
I had loads of fun sitting round smoking cigarettes. There was a real sense of camaraderie amongst a group of people who were down on their luck, in a strange environment and in need of some fellowship. It wasnât âlameâ. It was a very important good point during the hardest time of my life.
You seem to be biting everyoneâs head off today.
A zillion good memories. Too many to list. I did a lot of fun things with friends. family, and friends of friends. I did a lot that sucked but even during the bad periods I have some good periods.and now I can look back on years of bad experiences and it makes me feel good that despite what I was going through mentally, I still accomplished a lot.
I lost a lot during my crack addiction. I lost my money and possessions, I almost lost my freedom a lot of times, I almost lost my life, I almost lost my family. Addiction was hell. But hey, during my addiction I was hanging out at the prestigious Stanford University campus going to parties in frat houses with the elite students who were almost guaranteed if they graduated they would be millionaires.
During my addiction I was hanging out and partying with all these different levels of society. From the cocaine dealers and criminals, to the rich kids who used our city as theyâre own playground to drink, do drugs, and chase women.
One day Iâm in San Francisco or Berkley (nick-named âBezerklyâ for many good reasons) hitting all the hole in the wall record shops with my rich friend and the next day Iâm hanging with the violent drug dealers and ex-cons and their hooker girlfriends, shooting heroin in seedy motels. Anyway, I donât know how I got on the subject of drugs. I did a lot more productive fun stuff after I got clean and sober. After I got clean I still went to parties but now it was with fun good looking people who laughed and talked and actually liked each other and they liked me too and they wanted their friends to be happy and successful which was the exact opposite of any friends I ever had.
Very few good memories, most are starting to fade away now, last 15 years is a write off and one big nightmare. Would be nice if something wonderful happened now, but not holding my breath, or maybe I should be 
One, maybe more funny than fond, memory I have of my psychosis is my relationship towards the young woman whose voice I thought was in my head. I remembered switching high schools and she graduated a year ahead of me. The weird part of what happened was that even though I was practically chasing her, back at my 2nd high school, what might have happened was that it could have been a mutual attraction. Because I was really depressed and had low self esteem 2nd semester, I thought every time she walked by and sometimes smiled I thought she was thinking âDo you think youâre gonna get some of this?â At the time she was really popular and I thought she was really hot! Flash forward about 1 1/2 years later, and very early in the psychosis, a âfriend(?)â of hers gave me a Post-It note reading âGive me a call some time sweet thing. I think youâre kind of sexy!â and then her name and number at the bottom. Of course, I couldnât believe it! To make a long story short, I think I really might have hurt her feelings by never actually asking her out. To quote Will Shatner, âweird or what!â